poem23

on noble born 

angels of flesh and blood

and bone

who's soul is it that chases ghosts?

who's soul is it that creates phantoms?

who's soul is it that watches the process?

who's soul is it that can change?

where is the eternal deathless soul'that does not know time

or space

and is beyond the limits of what is real

and unreal?

oh noble born

human soul

do not worry

do not fret

the things you run from

the things you run towards

are just illusions

all your fears

pains

desires

and longings

are the mirages in the internal desert landscape

that are seen by your minds eye

do not fear

oh noble born

eternal consciousness

why do you behave this way

following spirits

that float like garbage

in a strong wind?

where do you find peace

in running this way and that

following things

you will never reach

oh noble born

peaceful sleeping god mind

am i any different from you 

or her

or them?

what do we loses or gain

going from nothing 

back into nothing?

oh noble born

living breathing clay

our actions turn the wheel

be they wise or foolish

to the west

or to the east

are you hurt

when you are in the BIG you?

have we learned anything, nothing, something?

oh noble born

slowly rotting meat

is your one life only worth 

you experience

and possessions?

will any of it protect you from death?

oh noble born 

walking worm food

will world travel

and a cultured outlook 

be the taste of your last breath?

oh noble born

decaying corpse

now you are gone

leaving nothing

having lived as you did

you are a fading memory

oh noble born

dust

no matter how happy

or sad

no matter how good

or bad

no matter what

you will be returned from where you came

oh noble born

eternal light

let go

let go of mask and fear

let go of any ideas

about what makes you

you

let go of striving for something higher

let go of hope

oh noble born

me, you,they,us

enter the eternal before

you time and energy

skin and bones

marrow and blood

thoughts and tears

are all spent

wake up

 

with every attempt to make life easy now 

we make it hard later

every attempt at grabbing for ourselves

is an act of taking from others

every attempt to end suffering

every attempt to escape

hunger and hate

is an attempt to run from life

and the pleasures of distraction and ignorance

create more ripples of pain

and the surface of your own ocean of experience

oh noble born

child of earth and sky

rest in the now

the BIG now

containing past present and future

in a little glass of water

find the fully formed

kosmic being

of pure wisdom and love

oh noble born

let us walk naked threw the purple pink and golden streets

of a melting day